2275 - Golden Ability
“……..”
Glacion remained staring at Robin’s face for nearly a minute, unable to look away no matter how hard he tried.
What he had just said was nothing short of fantasy.
If there were a personification of determination, it would surely be drawn in Robin’s image.
And if there were a Master Law of stubbornness, it would be his exclusive domain!
What he said, in the briefest terms, was that the Master Law of Causality had led him toward certain death, and since fate was inescapable, death had indeed come to Robin.
But what did he do when death overtook him?
He did not regret his decisions.
He did not panic.
He did not scream or surrender to the throes of death.
Instead, he began studying the Fundamental Death Law? And even discovered its key within seconds?!
What kind of stubbornness and focus is this? And why were you concentrating on discovering a law of death at a moment like that in the first place? To take it with you to hell? Who would ever think of such a thing?
Who but Lord Robin?!
The Master Law of Causality hates him?
No…
If the law had consciousness, it would surely favor him, and that Truth Omen ability is proof of that.
And if it does not favor him, then the Law of Causality no longer knows how to deal with him—like a stubborn infant you cannot strike, so you let him do as he pleases.
Whatever the reason…
The thread of fate ended with the arrival of death and the conclusion of its work; everything that happened afterward was a variable.
And that description
Does not exist
Is not too far from reality.
“…The more I hear from you, the more my respect for Your Majesty grows.” Glacion sighed. “And the more my contempt for myself increases.”
“There’s no need to think that way, Glacion. No one is born a genius. Even I was once called
Fish Bones
And was tortured in the most horrific ways, experiencing tragedy after tragedy.” Robin spoke very calmly as he observed the painting. “All one needs is to focus on their path… and a good opportunity.”
Then he smiled toward Glacion.
“And perhaps your opportunity is meeting me.”
“….” Glacion nodded firmly.
These were words of utmost arrogance.
Glacion, after all, is a Guardian and the ruler of a Millennium Empire—and only now has his opportunity come?
But given who said it…
He is likely correct.
“Your Majesty,” Glacion hesitated for a moment before speaking, “may I ask you something?”
“….” Robin turned toward Pitso and Harper, and when he found that his drink was still being prepared, he returned to examining the painting. “Go ahead.”
"Thank you." Glacion showed a smile. Every additional line that came out of that man's mouth opened new horizons before him. "May I ask... how can a Truth Chosen within the range of a Martial Emperor possess the Fifth Level of Spacetime? And can you actually use it?"
Glacion's eyes widened slightly.
His soul yearned for this knowledge.
A person who freely uses the Fifth Level of Spacetime can fight any Behemoth face to face.
But if he only knew the law but couldn't use it...
Well, that would still be impressive, but certainly not on the same level.
"Hehe~" Robin chuckled. "Why only Spacetime? There are five others, you know." Then he continued more calmly: "Anyway, yes, I can use all of them through the Golden Engravings."
"Engravings?" Glacion wondered with clear enthusiasm.
"Yes, they are a special ability of the Golden Candidates, something the All-seeing God gave me... almost..." Robin explained. "I can use the Law of Truth to simulate the engravings of any other law and use it at any level, as long as that level matches or is lower than my level of understanding of the Law of Truth."
"So..." Glacion murmured. "You can only use the Fourth Level of Spacetime?"
Robin, as a Martial Emperor, means he is only at the Fourth Level of Truth.
And using the Fourth Level of Space-Time isn't bad either...
Of course, it's much weaker than the Fifth Level, but it's not bad!
"Not quite." Robin shook his head. "As I mentioned, it's about my level of understanding of the Master Law of Truth. I have fully comprehended the Fifth Level, and you could say I'm preparing to explore the Sixth, so I can use the Fifth Level of Space-Time. Of course, it would be easier if I were a World Calamity myself, but the winds don't always blow as the ships desire most of the time."
"But..." Glacion pointed hesitantly at Robin's body.
"Why are you still a Martial Emperor when you've mastered the Fifth Level?" Robin chuckled. "For several reasons, I could list at least ten, but let's just say the most important one is that I haven't found a suitable Stabilizer yet."
"...?" Glacion was puzzled. "But don't your followers give high-level Stabilizers as rewards to their subordinates?"
"Do I look like a follower to you, Glacion?" Robin's eyes turned slightly cold. "Do I use what ordinary people use?"
"No, no... I didn't mean that..." Glacion retreated in his words softly. "I'm just saying that anything is within Your Majesty's reach."
"..." Robin returned to observing the painting. "I'll find a solution." Then, after a pause of a few seconds, he murmured: "...I've always found solutions, and this one won't stump me now."
*Poof*
Pitso quietly placed the hot drink in front of Robin, then bowed.
"Great One, I feel I've gained additional understanding of the Minor Law of Sound, and I request a short leave to harvest it quickly."
Pitso nearly jumped for joy.
Witnessing the Master Laws in this manner doesn't happen every time.
Most Behemoths didn't have this luxury to begin with.
And of course, any problem related to understanding the laws for those who witnessed that phenomenon would almost disappear, and the bottleneck would be ashamed to remain after seeing something like this.
"Me too, Your Majesty, I request permission to leave to begin closed training." Harper bowed beside Pitso.
"You, leave." Robin gestured toward Pitso, who bowed again and walked away quickly.
"And you, stay here, are you joking?!" Robin gestured toward Harper. "What did you come for, and what will you leave with?!"
"Oh!" Harper remembered why he had come. "I came to inform Your Majesty about the Endless Chaos Empire. They have officially joined as a Wing, and both Guardians have taken the oath. The armies are currently being merged together, and the agreed-upon privileges are being granted to them."
"Hmm." Robin nodded. "If that's all, you may go."
"There's one more thing." Harper spoke quickly. "It's about Marshal Sakaar."